By Rhonda Nemri
Passing that moment in my life that tries so hard to bring the hurt to me for my wants.
Standing still looking around fighting to see the freedom I have been longing for.
You stand there over me with your hurtful words, and your abusive sentiments that you call love. This is your victory.
I am trembling in hurt, and all there is, is myself that keeps me going in this life.
The freedom that I shall see is none other than the ability to speak, the ability to be heard, and the ability to decide my destiny without any faults.
Oh how you choose my weakness for your happiness. You have toyed with me like a child, yet I am not. You have toyed with me as if I am helpless, and not full of life, yet there is life to be seen. Oh how the oppression of my life has put me in a longing for this freedom that I’ve tried to receive.
I struggle to be prosperous in this wretched life, but all that prosperity is, is for me to be submissive in your eyes. I shall hope to live the life I long for, but due to your loss of compassion, and your loss of love for life, you have kept me shielded. You have tormented me in your moments of despair, because despair is all you feel.
Oh how the oppression of my life has put me in a longing for this freedom that I’ve tried to receive. I shall see the oppression as a piece of my life to dismiss. For I shall not let the actions of your abuse destroy me.
Oh how I tremble in hurt, and all you see is anguish.
Oh how I tremble in hurt and all you do is despise me.
Oh how I tremble in sufferings and all you do is stand above me and slash at the wounds I never longed for.
Oh how the oppressions of my life has put me in a longing for this freedom that I’ve tried to receive. I shall see the oppression as a piece of my life to dismiss. I shall not let the actions of your abuse destroy me.
I plea for a better tomorrow, but all I have to live for is today. For I shall always remember the unsubtly words you threw at me while I curled up in my thoughts of loss.
